She desperately needed to get laid, April Brooks decided, climbing onto a barstool in the back booth at Red’s Bar and Grill. Resting her evening sandal shod feet on the table’s brass rail, she surveyed the dancing couples with an envious eye. She didn’t want permanence, just a real man to finally make her feel like a real woman. Was that too much to ask? Apparently the universe in general said yes she decided letting out a sigh. Men might be cheating dogs in general, but they did have their uses, like ridding a twenty-eight- year-old woman of her virginity. She wanted to find out what she was missing, ached to actually—if those hollow longings between her legs were anything to go by. She needed a dream lover—for one night...

Excerpt 1 from APRIL LOVE